My Story
I never liked one of my oldest friend’s long term boyfriend, they had been going out forever when we were in our late teens. He was a dick, in my opinion, however, she thought that the sun shined out of his arse.

One night out on the piss and things changed, we were all very very drunk, we were in a pub, there was a bar extension and a live bad. They started having a fight about something stupid as drunken people do, she swung for him, he tried to burn her hand with his cigarette. ..I hauled her back, the rest of the lads intervened, night cut short(ish), we went home, much talking and crying was done. I was honest, as I have a tendency to be, and told her that he was a dick and that she could do better. Much appreciation for my honesty, we drank more, she cried more and went to our respective beds.

Naturally enough, not two days later they were back together. And I was completely sidelined, because, and she told me this, she couldn’t have me as a friend as I didn’t like her bf. I was really hurt. Our circle of friends struggled through it, tense would be a polite way to describe our nights out after that, and worse still was the fact that she told him I didn’t like him! Arse.


As an addendum, when she did meet her now husband one of her criteria for being with him was that I had to like him. Thankfully I did/do, however by then I had also learnt my lesson.

Morale of the story? you can’t tell her that he is not good for her, as she won’t listen. Hold it in, and be there for her when/if it is over.
(LittleRock is planning her next meal, Tue 4 Nov 2008, 0:42, Reply)